It seems like everyone is talking about New Year’s resolutions, or goals, or determinations, or whatever it is you want to call them. Deadlines. I call mine deadlines. Yes, because if you don’t finish them you might end up dead. Ok, not really, but in my less sane moments (and I do have a lot of those) that’s how it feels!
Kedron asked me the other day if I had any resolutions. I gave him my classic one-eye-brow-raised look that says, you’re kidding right? And then I said out loud, “Besides writing a book?”
Yes, the big fat deadline of May 1 that’s hanging over my head. All else seems to pale behind that deadline. Envelopes keep coming in the mail that continually remind me of this big responsibility and privilege. And suddenly, I wonder what in the world I was ever thinking when I thought it was a good idea to write a book some day. I’m more thankful than ever that the details of this project are such that I can’t doubt God’s hand in it, because I’m certainly doubting everything about myself!
Well, except for my solitaire skills. I don’t doubt those anymore. I’ve gotten quite good at it actually. I can even beat it with a three card draw. And then there’s another fun game in my solitaire app called Lady of the Manor. I can beat that one quite handily too.
Umm….what was I talking about again? Oh, yeah, writing. And that pretty much sums it up. If anyone ever wants to send me an email or a facebook message, please do. It only needs to say three words, “Get back to writing!” Oh, I guess that’s four words. Even better word count. (Those little words add up!) I’ll be sure to see your friendly reminder. Any time of day. Or night.
Now what was I supposed to be doing? Oh yeah. Writing. 🙂